Cretan Maineiac (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)
Skewed Bell Curve
My brother majored in history,
& manages an S. and L.,
my sister, in biology
now toiling in phone bank hell.
Myself it was English, became a courier
explaining it proved quite a chore
made troubled friends, the more the merrier
scribbling 'till my hand grew sore.
The bell curve tells that some have it
and some decidedly have not
some heads laughed, & called it bullshit
reassuming their role in the plot.
When fate sees fit to throw you a curve
you swing, or heed the ump's call.
When a cat invades your lane, you swerve
or not, and pray for/curse them all.
I've another brother. In school he studied
creative writing and computer science.
His current prospects are somewhat muddied
still, he struts with a studied defiance.
They all made children, my siblings that is
while i had none in the offing
now earning my keep in the crazy biz
servile to tantrums and scoffing.
'What comes 'round goes 'round, ' is what you'll hear
though nobody knows if that's true.
Each curve paves the way, however you steer
whether you're Arab, Greek, gentile, or Jew.
And up ahead in the road an incline or dip
will surely mark your way
'cause we all like to think we map our own trip
so if nothing else, enjoy your stray.
(inspired by cia frizzell)
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